Tom really needed to go. He'd wandered away from the group partly in search of a place to pee but partly out of boredom. The other boys were engaged in a squabbly, showy-off game of football - showy-off because of the small group of girls sitting watching and giggling - and Tom just wasn't a footballer. He'd waved a vague farewell but no-one had really paid much attention. Well, maybe Robbie had - Robbie was OK, a bit nerdy but probably Tom's bestie of that gang - but likely no-one else cared that he'd gone, and now he really needed to pee. He didn't know this part of town well so wasn't quite sure where to go; he was across the park now, up towards the wooded corner, looking for a public convenience but thinking he'd settle for one of those trees.

"Public convenience". That was a phrase that would have set him even further apart from the footballers. "'Public conveeniance'! You mean you need a piss, you posh little twat!", that's what they would have said. "Just piss over there, and give Charlene a good look at yer knob! She likes a good knob - although yours is prob'ly so fuckin' small she'll just laugh!" Tom smiled wryly to himself; actually, Marv, I think you'll find my knob is *not* so fuckin' small at all. His smile turned to a wince of discomfort as his bladder reminded him of the business at hand. A tree it would have to be. Thank God his mother wasn't around; the very thought of such public exposure would have her in fits.

He trotted toward the trees, planning to make his way to the very back, when he spotted it, tucked away near the park's crumbling wall - an old-fashioned, low stone building that could only be one thing. Sure enough, as he got closer the worn, carved word 'Ladies' became visible on the lintel of a door. Hopefully there was a matching 'Gentlemen' around the other side.

There was. Thank goodness! The door was painted a rather drab gray and was pretty tatty but at least it was unlocked. Tom pushed his way in, expecting something dark, gloomy and smelly, but actually it was alright. Old, certainly, but well enough lit, tatty like the door but clean, as far as he could see; a short hallway with a little door on the right and the conveniences themselves ahead. The doorway puzzled Tom as he hurried past, but realization dawned as he turned into the main room. It must be a small office, an attendant's cubbyhole, off the hallway; a small, mirrored window faced the four cubicles on his left, and round the square of the attendant's office to the right stood a row of tall porcelain urinals.

What a weird job, thought Tom as he stood at the farthest urinal and unzipped his jeans. He glanced sideways but the mirrored window didn't face into the room. That would've been even weirder - imagine some creepy guy watching from behind it as you peed! The very thought froze up his plumbing for a good few seconds; he stood there, half-turned away, bursting to go but unable to start. To take his mind off any watchers he looked around. The four urinals were big, white half-cylinders, kind of, all the way down to the floor and getting on for his height; the wall they were set against was tiled white, clean and with only a few chips and cracks. The floor here was raised and tiled too. To his right against the attendant's wall were two sinks - big, white porcelain affairs to match the urinals, topped with two faucets each and surmounted by rather ornate mirrors. Opposite them, two more graced the far wall - and behind him, instead of a last cubicle there was another walled-off space. Above its door, carved again in rather elegantly old-fashioned lettering, it read 'Shower'.

A shower in a public bathroom, thought Tom, that's kinda quaint. Quaint - another word not typically used by his footballing peers. Tom grimaced crookedly. Whatever. Wasn't his fault he was just smarter than them. He looked around again. Queer old place, but kinda neat. Must be getting on for a hundred years old. He sighed gently and began, with great relief, to pee.


Travis Grogan had watched the cute blond kid through the mirrored window in the wall of his little den, watched him come in and look around, then followed him as he stood at the urinal and looked around. For sure the old window didn't look that way, but the small new one he'd carefully crafted behind one of the sink mirrors did, and gave him a fine view along the urinals to the kid at the end. What a sweet view it was! The kid was cute as fuck: a tumbling shock of blond hair, shoulder length, framing a truly pretty face; smooth, clear skin and full lips for a boy, the bottom slightly pouting and sexy as fuck! His jeans were nice and tight around his legs and ass - and, from a brief glimpse before he'd turned away, the kid's dick looked real sweet. Round about ten, reckoned Travis, and just lovely. His hand was in his dungarees, stroking his own stiff cock as he peered through the one-way mirror and ogled the boy at the urinal.


Tom finished up, much more comfortable now, and stepped over to the nearer sinks to wash his hands. Liquid soap in the dispensers, an old-fashioned roller-towel to dry with. The dispensers were full, the roller towel seemed pretty freshly laundered; Tom glanced sideways towards the corner where the attendant's window was just out of sight. Maybe there *was* an attendant who kept an eye on the place. Maybe they were in there just now. Now that thought seemed a bit creepy to Tom; some weird old toilet guy sitting in his cubbyhole, silently watching people come and go. He glanced sideways at the little doorway as he passed it on the way out. Creepy old toilet guy... His hand was on the outside door handle when the voice behind him said:

"Hope you gave it a good shake! Heh heh!"

Tom jumped like a startled cat, a jolt of electricity zapping through him, his belly churning liquidly.

"Wha...?!" he squawked, his voice high and strangled. His hand jerked off the door handle, then scrabbled to find it again.

The creepy old toilet guy was standing in the doorway of his little office. Actually, he wasn't particularly old - not *old* old anyway - and not overly, Addams-family creepy, but still.

"I..." Tom managed. His fingers found the door handle again and pushed, hard. The door didn't move.

"Should always give it a good shake, sonny, don'tcha think?"

"Y..." Tom stared wide-eyed at the guy, blue dungarees, buzz-short dark hair and blue - very blue - eyes. The door was locked, stuck, wedged, something, the creepy guy must have...

The creepy guy grinned. Tom shoved harder, tingles running down his spine.

Wait.

The door opened inward.

Tearing his eyes away from the creepy guy, Tom focused, stopped shoving frantically and pulled. The door opened just fine; shaded sunlight washed over him. He looked sideways at the creepy guy, who hadn't moved and was looking slightly surprised, perhaps.

"Uh... Uh, yeah, sure," Tom blurted, suddenly feeling ridiculously childish. He felt himself blush, and was instantly angry with himself. The attendant seemed startled.

"Sorry, kid..." Tom heard, but the door closed behind him and he was walking quickly through the trees and away.


Shit, thought Travis to himself. Seemed like a funny idea to make the kid jump but he hadn't meant to scare the bejeezus out of him. Such a cute kid, too. Hadn't seen him before - and probably never see him again, now. Shame. Never get to see any more of that tantalizing little dick. Travis squeezed himself through his dungarees. Still, at least he's caught a pic of the little stunner standing at the urinals, and another looking right at the camera behind the sink mirror. Lovely! Travis sauntered into the room proper to give the sinks a quick wipe round. Yeah, big shame. "Asshole," Travis muttered to himself, then shrugged.


It was midnight and Tom couldn't sleep. He'd tossed and turned since he's come to bed, replaying the incident in the public convenience in the park, but surprisingly not in the way he'd thought he might. The toilet guy's appearance had been a shock, as had the realization that he'd been lurking there all along: weird, creepy, pervy too, but... naughty, perhaps, even a little bit (whisper it to himself) exciting? That's what was keeping him awake; his dick was as hard as a bone and wouldn't go down. He lay on his back, staring up at the ceiling, one hand idly in his pajama pants. Had the guy been spying on him, watching him secretly while he peed? And if so, why didn't Tom find the idea disgusting and perverted? Why did he find it... strangely...

He flumped over onto his stomach, his dick stabbing the bed uncomfortably. Dirty old perv watching me pee. Except he wasn't that old, and he didn't look dirty. Watching me pee - and maybe touching himself? Playing with himself while he watched me pee... Like a dirty perv, a pedo, a... a child-molester, a... a menace... a...

Tom turned over again, his dick still hard. He forced his hands outside the sheets and jammed his eyes closed. Eventually he drifted off to sleep, to dream disturbing dreams that he couldn't quite remember in the fuddled morning. If he'd been old enough, he would've woken up with a big, wet patch on his sheets.


Tom pushed the door of the park convenience open slowly, the butterflies in his stomach making him peek in first. Just as he remembered from the other day: short hall, clean but shabby, well lit. His skin prickled as he walked past first the little door, then the mirrored window. He resisted the temptation to stop and stare hard at the window to see if he could see through it. It offered no sign of anything, and the door was firmly closed.

Tom's heart was hammering, his throat bone dry, his spine tingling like someone was running tickling fingers up and down it. He tried to swallow, but couldn't. He thought about taking a mouthful of water, and that made him wonder if the mirrors above the sinks were see-through like the window. Did he - the toilet guy - spy through them? Did he have a camera hidden somewhere? Tom's hands shook as he stepped up to the urinal. Not the farthest one but the second nearest the sinks on the attendant's wall. He unzipped his jeans, fumbling a little.

He pulled out his boner. He'd been both horribly ashamed and terribly horny in a weird mix as he'd turned off the path and made for the conveniences. He'd walked around the park twice before summoning the courage, still not quite sure what he was doing but tremblingly excited at the prospect of doing something secretly really, really naughty. His boner had come on him as soon as he stepped into the trees, stiffening so quickly it had been painful. When he unzipped himself at the urinal, it was a relief to let his dick pop out.

There! Fucking hell! He shivered with wicked delight even at the thought of such swearing; his mother would have a fit, although not as much as she would if she knew what he was doing: standing, a carefully-judged foot away from the urinal in a public toilet displaying his dick with a boner, because *he knew there was a guy watching him*!

"Ohmygod...!" Tom murmured to himself. Blood throbbed in his veins, not least in the hard little rod between his fingers. He stared at it, not quite sure now of what his intention was. To flash the watching toilet guy? To stroke himself in front of him? Tom gulped against his dry throat. Fuck, this was too much.

With an odd squawk he forced his dick back into his jeans and struggled the zipper back up, nearly catching himself in the process. He stumbled away from the urinals and around the corner past the window. His face burning, he strode quickly past the door and managed, barely, to blurt out the line he'd rehearsed, with shameful excitement, on his earlier circuits of the park.

"I g-gave it a good shake that time..."

He yanked the outside door open and almost ran out. The door banged to behind him, but not before he heard the distinct chuckle from the attendant's little cubbyhole.


Travis stared transfixed at the image on the little screen, thick globs of semen cooling on his naked belly. The image was blurred, canted at an angle, and too small - but it was, without any shadow of any doubt, the luscious, cute blond kid jerking his dick just for Travis. And what a dick! My God the kid was a monster for his age! Travis shuddered delightfully. The kid's dick had been hard as bone and must have been a good four inches. Four inches! And he just ten, maybe eleven? Shit, could be nine! Travis's dick was only five inches; thicker than the kid's for sure, but still! My God what a fucking *beauty*! And jerking off in front of him! He knew - just *knew* - there was a hidden peephole somewhere. He knew Travis was going to be watching him and had pulled out a boner right there and then.

Dirty little fucker! thought Travis gleefully. Lovely, dirty little fucker!


Tom lay awake in the tangled sheets of his bed, sweating, gasping silently, his aching boner clasped in one fist. He'd jerked himself for an hour and more, hard, squeezing some kind of slippery liquid out of his angry red dick every now and then. His pyjama pants were wrapped around his knees like restraints; restraints! Being tied up naked! All sorts of thoughts like that crashed through his mind making him hornier still. His mom had popped in to see him a little while ago; he'd just been able to rearrange himself in time before she'd sat on the bed and stroked his hot forehead. He feigned sleepiness and tried to hold his dick out of the way when she leaned over to kiss him, and now he was hammering it as hard as ever.

Fucking hell! he thought. Fucking hell! Fucking hell fucking hell fucking hell! So dirty! So hot! He remembered the dizziness, the roaring in his ears, the stiffness in his dick, his shaking hands - and the chuckle from the attendant's little room. Maybe the guy was jerking off too... Fucking hell!

Tom squeezed his dick even tighter, his ass clenching hard against the wrinkled sheets.

Sleep was a long time coming.


When Travis heard the outside door open, he just knew it was the kid. Some sixth sense set his nerves ringing like alarm bells, set blood and adrenalin pumping. He watched the mirror-window and sure enough, there he was - lovely blond mop, cute face, pouty-sexy mouth. Travis heart lurched as the kid stopped and stared through the window, stared straight at him. His eyes looked a little wild. Prob'ly like mine right now, thought Travis, his cock twitching and swelling, his stomach suddenly queasy. His eyes followed the kid to the secret window. He had stopped in the middle of the tiled floor and was looking at the mirrors above the near sinks. He'd guessed wrong, though, and was staring hard to Travis's right. He showed no sign of moving toward the urinals, or the stalls.

Travis suddenly felt nervous. This was a challenge from the kid. Time to show you're not a freaky monster, Travis my lad, he thought, and shivered. His cock twitched and danced, uncertain of which way to go. Travis took a deep breath.

The kid started, just a little, as Travis stepped around the corner, and turned to face him. He was wearing the same tight jeans and a green-khaki t-shirt. His hands were jammed in his jeans pockets. He stared belligerently at Travis. Travis stopped by the corner sink.

"Hey," he said. "Name's Travis. How ya doin?" His voice, thankfully, was steady.

The kid swayed. Then: "You watched me!" he blurted out, accusing.

"Yeh, yes I did," answered Travis at once, quietly. "You showed, I watched. You bet."

Travis watched the boy carefully, watched the play of young emotions battling across his face.

"You were hot," he said quietly.

The boy started physically and stared up at Travis, his eyes burning.

"You can be damn sure I ain't gonna tell no-one, son..."

"You're a pedophile!" the boy challenged, still not moving.

"Maybe," answered Travis. "Call me that if you want. True, I like hot boys. Like you." He moved, walking along the line of cubicles, away from the entrance. The exit.

"I ain't gonna hurt ya, kid. Ain't gonna stop ya. Ain't gonna do nuthin', 'cept you wanna do it," he said softly, his pulse hammering in his ears. The boy tracked him, hands still in his pockets, shoulders thrust forward, his cute face flushed. His eyes flashed. He looked hotter than ever.

Then he slumped, just a little. His shoulders dropped. His arms relaxed and his hands emerged from his pockets. A shadow seemed to pass across his face. He looked at Travis, warily still, but... differently. Travis's heart thumped. The kid gestured at the urinal.

"I need to pee."

"Sure," replied Travis, smiling carefully. The kid hesitated briefly, then turned his back and stepped onto the raised dais before the urinals. Travis waited only a moment longer before continuing around the cubicles, the shower and the far sinks until he, too, stepped onto the dais and stood at the urinal right next to the kid. The kid was looking down, studiously, almost fiercely. Travis stood quiet, watching the kid's face beneath the fall of his gorgeous blond hair.

The kid glanced up, right into Travis's eyes. His eyes were gray-blue, cute and sparkly. He glanced down again, and Travis let his gaze follow. The kid had his dick out, pointing at the urinal, but with no effect so far. Travis's heart beat a little faster; his own cock was stiff in his dungarees now. The kid's dick was half-and-half, part-engorged; the small hand that held it trembled.

Fuckin' sweet, sweet boy! thought Travis.

Travis stepped closer. The boy didn't look up. Travis waited, his own hands trembling, his gaze flicking between the boy's face and his dick - a dick that was swelling now, past the halfway and growing into that gorgeous-looking four-inch monster Travis had glimpsed before.

"Sometimes hard to pee when someone's watchin', ain't it?" he asked quietly. "Kinda hard to pee with a boner, too," he added carefully. The kid's blond head nodded, but he didn't look up.

Travis shuffled closer, his denimed leg just about touching the kid's. His hand hovered, indecisively, just behind him. He sensed the kid tense. Fuck it, thought Travis. He let his hand drift down until it rested on the kid's ass.

The boy twitched, but then was still again. Heart pounding, cock tight, Travis let his fingers stroke just a little across the tight denim of the boy's ass. Fucking hell it felt good! Young and tight and toned. He glanced down over the boy's shoulder; his dick was fully erect now, standing straight out from the boy's fly in all its glory.

"You got a name, son?" Travis asked gently, still stroking the boy's ass.

"T..." The boy swallowed. "Tom," he said hoarsely, his gaze firmly downward still.

"Really fine to meet you, Tom," murmured Travis. "Maybe if you -"

The outer door banged.

The boy jumped, nearly stepping into the urinal, his head snapping up in anxiety. Travis, however, with a degree of practice in these things, pirouetted neatly away and was wiping the sink on the far side of the room when the jogger came around the corner and, with barely a glance at either of them, disappeared into a stall.

The boy fumbled at his fly, stumbling away from the urinal. He stared wide-eyed at Travis. Travis kept his own face calm and gazed levelly back into the boy's sparkly gray-blues. "It's OK," he mouthed. The kid - Tom - was backing towards the exit. Travis pointed at his wrist watch and made a circle in the air above it. "Tomorrow," he mimed. The boy stared back as he backed away, still wrestling with his zipper. His hip bumped the sink at the corner and he turned to go. One hand on the wall to steady himself he was just about to disappear when he looked back at Travis. His nod was clear.

The door banged, just as the jogger flushed in the stall. Travis let out a long, slow breath, and waited for his heart to calm the fuck down.


Part-way round the park was a fine old tree, half reclining these days, perfect for climbing. Tom sat halfway up it, back against a thick bough, knees drawn up and hugged tight into his chest. Fucking hell! Fucking hell! Fucking hell! What was he doing? Fucking hell! The toilet guy - Travis - the toilet guy. Fucking hell! When he'd touched his butt like that... Fucking hell, that had been... The guy was a fucking creep, a pedo, the kind of freak they told you about at school, a kiddy-fiddler, a... Well, yeah, but... He was, but... He had kind eyes, didn't look like a crazy freak, and... the way he'd touched his butt... Tom had... had wanted him to...

No, no I didn't. Fuck you. No. No way. No...

No? Really?

In fact Tom had wanted him to touch a lot more... Tom hugged his knees tighter and tried to force that thought away, but it wasn't for going anywhere. It's true, part of him said, you wanted that guy to touch your dick! That made him shiver, but his dick squirmed in his underpants.

It had been fucking scary, especially when that guy came in. God that was scary! Did he see anything? Oh God, did he? Did he see them, did he see Travis feeling his butt? (Another big squirm from his dick.) No, no Travis was cool about it. He was cool. It's cool. Scary. Scary, yeah, but... exciting. Admit it. No. Yes. Really, really exciting. Hot. Sexy. Kinda grungy, in a toilet of all places, but... Actually, that seemed to make it hotter... Dirty, grungy, sexy... Fucking hell, yes...

Tomorrow. Tom was sure that's what Travis had meant. Come back tomorrow, and - And what? Come back tomorrow and I'll feel your dick? Oh fucking hell! Tom pushed a hand between his drawn-up legs to where his dick was now stiff and hard. Fucking hell, do I want to go back tomorrow so the toilet guy can feel my butt and - and feel my dick and - and - and other stuff? And what if he wants me to feel his?! Fucking hell! And in the fucking toilets!

Fucking hell! Fucking hell! Fucking hell! Tom's dick was hard in his fist. Fucking hell...


It was him, Travis could tell. Travis heard the door go and a light step or two on the stone-floored hall. The steps hesitated outside Travis's little door, then moved away into the main room. Smart kid, thought Travis, cute and smart and hot, oh my! Travis was calm, almost chuckling, as he stepped into the hall, his erection swelling. Oh my oh my...!

The boy - Tom, sweet Tom - was there, standing in the middle of the room; jeans, red polo shirt today, white sneakers. His hands were in his pockets, but his face looked very different to the way it had the day before. Tense, yes, but not angry; the boy smiled, and it was a little shy, and very, very beautiful.

"Hi," he said softly.

"Hi Tom," said Travis easily. He held up the sign in his hand: "Closed for Maintenince". He winked, and Tom grinned despite his obvious nerves.

Travis hung the sign outside, locked the door. When he returned, Tom was where he had been, standing uncertainly, hands now shoved in his back pockets.

"Door's locked," Travis said, "but key's in the lock. You need to leave, you can just leave.

"I'm not locking you in, Tom, see? We ain't gonna do nothin' you don't wanna, yeah?"

The boy nodded, but didn't move.

Travis took a breath, exhaled slowly, then approached. The boy was a head and a half shorter; he gazed up at Travis with nervous expectancy.

"OK if I...?" asked Travis, gesturing towards Tom's zipper. The boy's throat bobbed and bobbed again and he blinked rapidly. His shoulder's twitched.

"Yeah," he whispered.

Travis knelt on the cold stone, blood roaring in his ears and between his legs. He looked up into the boy's eyes; they were fixed on his, wide and glittering. He was biting his lower lip, his plump, full lower lip. Two high spots of color glowed on his cheeks. God he looked hot!

Carefully, Travis popped the button of the boy's jeans and drew his zipper down. His dick was clearly erect. Travis wriggled the boy's jeans and slipped them down past his thighs; Tom's hands slid out of his back pockets and dangled by his sides. He was wearing y-fronts, plain blue ones, tented right out by the sweet, stiff member inside. They looked like the kind that his mom would buy for him. That thought sent a delicious spasm through Travis's cock. I'm just about to pull down the underpants your mom bought for you, baby, he thought; imagine if she could see you now!

He ran his hands up and down the boy's thighs, smiling up at him. Tom's smile back was watery but real. The boy's thighs felt tight and toned, just like his butt had. Travis leaned a little closer, letting his hands roam around behind, cupping the kid's tight ass cheeks, squeezing them. What a gorgeous ass!

He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of Tom's underpants, and tugged down, watching the boy's dick catch, bend, then spring out as he pulled them down to sit with his jeans around his knees.

What a dick! The boy's crotch was smooth and hairless, his scrotum tight, but his dick was a monster for sure! Four inches of hard, pale boymeat, stark and stiff and proud, an angry red tip peeking through his ring of tight foreskin. Travis whistled softly.

"That's a mighty fine dick you got there, Tom," he said, looking up and winking. "One fine big swinging dick."

He leaned over and kissed the tip.

Tom made a strangled sound and a twitch shot through him. His hands flailed briefly.

"Mmm," murmured Travis. He held Tom loosely by the thighs and kissed the tip of his dick again, more slowly, his mouth lingering.

"Ohmygod..." breathed Tom.

"OK?" asked Travis quietly. He looked up into the boy's eyes. Tom nodded once, then again, more vigorously. "Uh-huh."

"Yeah," murmured Travis, and slipped the boy's dick into his mouth.

Fresh and clean and sweet, the teensiest bit salty; delicious. Travis raised his eyes to the boy's face as he sucked his long, hard dick. His expression was worth anything, any amount of risk - the utterly overwhelming lust of a young boy's first sexual experience written all over his cute, child's face. Fucking priceless! Travis sucked his sweet dick, his own cock rampant, working his tongue up and down the boy's shaft. Tom's hands fluttered at his sides, aimless, trembling.

So hot, thought Travis, so hot. He leaned further forward, taking as much of the boy's gorgeous meat into his mouth as he could, feeling it tickle the back of his throat. Huge fuckin' dick he had! Fuck yeah, gorgeous hot boy with a huge cock and he, Travis, had it in his mouth! He sucked hard, bobbing his head, feeling the boy tremble. Mmmm, fuck me in the mouth, Tom, he thought, fuck me with your big, hard boycock...

After a while he let it slip out and trail wetly against his cheek as he licked the boy's balls and the creases between his thighs and his tight crotch. He squeezed his ass cheeks, stroked his thighs, pushed his jeans and underpants further down around his ankles. The stone floor was hard on the knees, but Travis wasn't for caring about that. He sucked the boy's delicious dick and fondled him between the legs. He tasted precum - must have been precum of some kind - some delicious young boy juice oozing out of that fabulous dick. He wriggled a finger between the boy's tight buttocks and tickled his asshole.

Tom couldn't believe this. He couldn't quite take in what was happening, what he'd let the toilet guy do. He'd let him take his pants down, take his pants down in the middle of a public convenience and suck his dick! Ohmyfuckingod,that's what he'd done! The guy was on his knees in front of him, sucking his dick - and it felt so incredibly good. He'd had no idea how good this could feel. Sure, he'd been jerking off for a year or so now, knew all about hardons and how nice it felt to jerk them, but this? Having someone suck your dick like this? Fucking hell! Mind blowing!

His knees trembled every now and then as Travis did first this thing then that with his mouth and his tongue, and the fingers stroking his butt only added to it. He was glad when Travis pushed his jeans further down; he shuffled his feet apart and bent his knees a little so Travis could reach his butt better. Fuck, he wanted to strip off completely, lie naked on the toilet floor and let Travis suck him and feel him up all over. His whole body seemed to be tingling, pulsing to an internal beat like the heartbeat of a dragon, or some other ancient creature waking from a long, slow sleep. Ohmyfuckingod...!

So when Travis asked him if he could turn around, it was like Yeah, yeah, fucking yeah! He shuffled around, the jeans around his ankles adding an extra dirty-sexy-hot thing, and bent over, hands on knees. The man's hand was between his legs, stroking his dick with expert fingers, and behind him - a shiver went through him, head to toe - he felt his breath on the supersensitive skin behind his balls. Oh God yes...!

"Nnnn!" Tom had no idea what he'd tried to say, and maybe it was just a noise, but either way it just burst out of him as he felt Travis's mouth kiss him right between the ass cheeks. Fucking hell! Dick sucking and now - oh God yes...! The man's mouth was spread wide against his ass, and his tongue was rasping, shudderingly, on his asshole. Fucking hell the toilet guy was licking his asshole! A brief thought - was he clean down there - flashed through his mind but was gone just as quickly; whatever, Travis didn't seem to care. The man's tongue was wriggling, squirming in Tom's butt, his lips sucking on his ass. Tom's boner strained again, painfully hard, leaking more of that slippery stuff. He felt Travis's fingers find it, rubbing it gently into the incredibly sensitive tip around his pee-hole. Oh God! His knees shook again.

Tom looked back, peering between his own naked legs to where the man knelt behind him. All he could see of Travis was his toilet-guy dungarees, but clearly outlined in the front of that was a tent that could only mean one thing. A dizziness came over Tom, a new kind of urge. Did he want to...? Yes, yes he did. Fucking hell yes he did...

Travis sat back, stroking Tom's ass, and Tom took the opportunity to straighten. He shuffle-turned a little and looked at the man over his shoulder.

"Travis...?" he asked, panting a little. The man's face was wet, his bright blue eyes nearly black with the size of his pupils.

"Yeah Tom?" he panted back.

Tom shuffled round more and sank to his knees, his feet tangled in his jeans and underpants. He knelt up, his dick straight out. The man's fingers closed around it, making him shudder.

"Nnnn. Travis... Can..." He gestured towards the man's crotch. "Show me... Show me yours...?"

The man's eyes crinkled as he grinned. He slow-jerked Tom's dick for a little - God how good did that feel?! - then knelt up himself.

"Sure thing, buddy," he murmured.

Tom sank down again as Travis popped the dungaree straps off his shoulders and unbuttoned the waist. He tugged it down. Underneath he wore a gray t-shirt. No pants, no shorts. Tom's eyes widened as the man knelt up again. He was pretty hairy, a thick dark bush between his legs and a definite curly fuzz on this thighs. A line of hair rose up from his crotch and disappeared under his t-shirt. Tom took this in peripherally; most of his attention was held by the man's thick, stiff cock thrusting out from between his thighs.

It was bigger than his, of course, but it wasn't as long as Tom was expecting. Its girth, though, made it look like a monster. It was dark, too, dark brown and purple, and wasn't covered in the hood of foreskin like his was. It glistened wetly in the overhead lights. Something about it made Alex's stomach flutter. And his mouth water.

"Go ahead," murmured Travis, sensing the boy's want. Tom looked up at him; kind eyes, glittering with desire for sure, but kind. Tom reached out a trembling hand, hesitated, then closed his fingers around the thick, hard end of Travis's cock.

Oh wow! Fuck that felt so weirdly hot to hold another dick in his hand, another hard dick at that. The bulbous head nestled in his palm; his fingers curled underneath and part way around. He tugged gently, then again. The guy let out a long, soft moan, so Tom tugged again. Fucking hell! He was jerking a grown man! Kneeling on the floor in the toilets, he was tugging a grown man's cock!

Tom rose to his knees too. He looked up into Travis's eyes, still tugging his cock, and felt the man's big hand circle around and enclose his own aching boner. Tom closed his eyes, rocking slightly on the cold stone floor, as he and the man tugged each other slowly. Ohmyfuckingod! Oh God yes, please, yes, this is so wrong, but it feels so fucking good...!

He opened his eyes, looking up, then down. Travis was doing the same, watching their hands jerking slowly on each other's dicks. Tom felt a slippery wetness in his palm; Travis's cock was leaking the same sort of stuff that Tom's was, a thick bead of it. Did it...?

Tom let go, raised his hand and licked his palm. Yes, same salty taste. He heard Travis's intake of breath and grinned. He could guess what that meant. He looked at the man, his face glowing in the overheads, then down at his thick, dark cock. Saliva flooded his mouth. Yes, yes he did...


"Show me yours" the kid had asked. Travis had already been in seven kinds of heaven - dick-sucking, ass-licking heaven with a young boy in the seedy-hot surroundings of the public toilets - when the boy asked to see his cock. See it, touch it, jerk it. Fuckin' A! They'd knelt face to face, stroking each other's cocks, Travis with the luscious taste of the kid's ass still in his mouth, and then the boy suddenly sat back, licked precum off his hand and looked at him in a way that said -

Oh yeah, sweetie, fuckin yeah! thought Travis, his heart hammering. He leaned back, thrusting his hips further forward, his cock further out, as the boy leaned forward...

"Oh yeah, Tom..." he murmured as bliss took him into its mouth.

The boy's mouth was warm and soft. Travis watched him as he stretched his mouth wide to take him in, but stretch he did, and take his cock into his mouth he fuckin' did, sucking his whole cockhead in and cradling it in his sweet, young mouth. Oh fuck, yeah! Man! Sucking the kid's dick had been fantastic, licking his ass magic, and slow, mutual jerking just incredible. But now, his beautiful blond head bent over Travis's crotch, his bare ass in the air, this kid was sucking his cock.

"Unbelievable..." he murmured to himself. He leaned back further, hands finding the stone floor, and let the kid suck him. For a newbie, he was good. Hell, even if he'd been shit it would've been hot as fuck. Travis watched the boy's beautiful blond head bob slightly above his lap, felt the kid's tongue licking the underside of his tingling, pulsing cockhead. Oh fuck yeah... He shifted his weight, bringing a hand around to cup the side of the boy's face. He pushed his hand through the soft blond hair, drawing it back, caressing the kid's cheek. The boy cocked his head slightly, looking up at Travis, his gorgeous mouth still full of his cock. Oh God yeah!

"Ohh, Tom, you are so fuckin' hot..."

He stroked the boy's cheek for a while as he sucked him off. Some kind of heaven, right here on the floor of the gents, shitters to the left, pissers to the right. Fuck, he wasn't far away from cumming! Fuck, the urge to stay here and cum in this hot boy's gorgeous mouth was almost too strong to resist. God, yes, cum in his sweet mouth...! Oh, God, yes...! But no...! Too much, don't wanna scare him... Yeah! No... oh, yeah but no...

He leaned up, pulling his hips back, pulling his cock out of Tom's mouth. The boy looked confused and sat back a little. Travis cradled his face still.

"Was... Did I...?" the boy began, but Travis forestalled him with a stroke of his thumb.

"You are so hot, Tom, nearly too hot... You were gonna make me cum..."

The boy cocked his head. "Come?" he asked, his brow furrowing.

Travis grinned. "Yeah, cum - squirt, jizz, eja... coolate." He stumbled over the word, but the boy's face brightened.

"Ah, ejaculate!" he said. Then, his eyes glittering: "Show me."

"Show...? Sure. Sure! Sure thing, Tom..." The boy wanted to see him cum? Well that was just fine and dandy with Travis. He shuffled around on his knees, indicating that Tom do likewise.

"OK, Tom, you wanna jerk me off, make me cum?" The boy nodded feverishly, reaching out to take Travis's cock in his small, hot hand. Travis slipped an arm around him, cradling his fine little ass as the boy began to jerk him. This was not gonna take long...!


Tom was buzzing, his head spinning, his hands shaking, his dick painfully hard. Fucking hell this was real. He'd done it, he'd given the man a blowjob! They'd given each other blowjobs, right here in the toilets. Part of Tom looked on in dismay, horror even, at what he was doing - but that part seemed a long way away. Most of him was here, now, caught up in a whirlwind of new sensations, of forbidden sexual experiences and wickedness. Delicious wickedness. Mind-blowingly fantastic wickedness. He'd sucked the guy's cock, tasted the guy's cock, had the guy's cock in his mouth! In his mouth, for God's sake!

And he'd loved it.

Part of him wanted to let Travis come - cum? - in his mouth, but he wasn't totally sure about that. What if he didn't like the taste? Was it like pee, or the salty stuff that he'd tasted already? Did it shoot out fast? They hadn't really covered these things at school yet...

So he knelt next to the guy, holding his thick, stiff cock and jerking it like he jerked his own. Travis hand was on his butt, his fingers seeking between his ass cheeks. That reminded him of the feel of Travis's tongue on his asshole and sent a shudder all the way through him, from head to the tip of his dick. A small bead of the slippery wet stuff squeezed out.

"Ohh, you got me," came Travis's murmured voice, and Tom felt him tense, his fingers suddenly tightening on Tom's ass. And then Travis's cock jerked, all of its own accord, and a spray of white stuff shot out, a thick, gloopy loop of it, a couple of feet long as it arced through the air and fell splattering to the stone floor. Not quite sure what to do, Tom kept jerking Travis's cock as another load spurted out, then a third, then a thick, dribbling fourth that oozed over the back of Tom's fingers.

"Wow!" murmured Tom. He let go of Travis's cock, letting it twitch and ooze to itself, and looked at the half white, half transparent trickle on the back of his hand. This was - what was it again? - seamen? Sailors? No, semen, that was it. Ejaculate. I wonder...

He raised his hand to his mouth and licked.

"Fucking hell," breathed Travis, and Tom glanced at him as he licked again. Strange taste, not like he was expecting. Not salty, not sweet, kinda... strange. Different to anything he'd tasted before. His dick twitched.

Just then the outer door rattled and received a thump that made them both jump. Tom felt his heart race until he remembered the sign and the lock. Phew, he thought, but then - wait! what if it's someone who's gonna wait outside until Travis has to open the door, and sees him inside and - oh fuck...! They'll see us and catch us and tell my mom and I'll get sent to reform school or something, and...! A sense of panic gripped him and he stared around frantically until Travis leaned over and squeezed his arm. His face was calm. OK, thought Tom, OK. Oh fuck, but... OK...

Travis helped him up, untangling his feet from his clothes as he did. He leaned close to Tom's ear and whispered low "Go in the office, close the door. When I open it, go *into* the toilets, y'hear? *In*, not out. Go to a stall."

Trembling, Tom hauled up his pants and jeans and followed Travis who was already buttoning his dungarees and hollering at the repeated knocking on the door. "Okay, hold yer horses, I'm comin'!" Tom ducked into the little cubbyhole of Travis's "office", and the door closed behind him. He heard Travis unlock the door, heard a male voice saying "Thank God, man, I'm gonna shit maself..." and the sound of hurrying feet on the stone floor. Tom's heart lurched as the footsteps reached the door, but of course they went on past.

Tom barely had time to take in his surroundings - a small, poky place with an old office chair, little desk and ancient TV, huge closet - before the door opened again and Travis, seeming as calm as you like, smiled in and nodded him out. The outer door closed as Tom slipped out, flashing Travis a look - of gratitude, gratitude of more than one kind. He turned toward the door but remembered and spun round, going into the main room where Travis was now running a mop over the floor. One stall was occupied. Tom slipped into the furthest one, locked the door and sat down on the toilet seat, shaking.

What the fuck...? What was he doing? Had he done? He'd... fuck, he'd done it with the toilet guy, here in the toilet, fucking done it all! Jerking and... and sucking! And... licking ass... The memory of Travis's tongue lapping on his asshole made his head swim and his boner twinge. It was still as hard as wood, and probably would be all night... Fuckinghell! Sex! He'd had sex, queer sex, with a guy in the toilets. It had been dirty, wrong, sleazy, illegal and, and... and...

So fucking hot...!

And yet... and yet... ohfuckinghell...

He sat, clutching himself between the legs, chewing his lip and shivering from time to time until he heard the flush, the cubicle door and, eventually, the receding footsteps of the impatient visitor. He waited another minute, then unlocked his own cubicle, slipped out - and ran. He ran for the exit, past a shocked-looking Travis, ran for the door, banged out, stumbled over the step, and ran, head spinning, breath rasping, heart pounding, all the way home.


That night, alone in his scruffy little apartment, Travis slept little. The day - incredible, exquisite pleasure followed with dizzying rapidity by the very highest terror at the boy's sudden departure - buzzed in his head like a swarm from a kicked-over hornet nest.

He'd tried to keep calm after Tom had bolted, tried to stay rational, but the tension built up in him until, come lock-up time, his head was splitting and his guys churning with nausea. He stumbled home in a daze, retched dully into his own toilet, and lay, sweating on his bed, mouth sour with whiskey, waiting for the cops to kick in the door. That they didn't only mixed hope into the churning storm of his emotions, and he wasn't sure whether that actually helped any at all...

After a couple of hours of exhausted sleep in the dead hours of the morning, Travis forced himself up and out. He walked in a daze across town and approached his domain with trepidation bordering on horror; his domain, his lair, the little stone-and-brick building, a source of such simple vicarious pleasures over the years, now seemed like a trap, a spike-filled pit, lightly covered, waiting for him to stumble in... He'd sprung it, taken the bait and walked right in, and now it was ready to swallow him for good and all, swallow him, tear him, rip him open and leave him to die...

It was late morning when he saw the boy through his usual spyhole.

His heart lurched. Tom was standing there in the middle of the floor, staring fixedly at the mirror - the right mirror this time - almost as if he were waiting for Travis to look up. Travis blinked, staring back. The boy gazed a little longer, then turned and moved towards the cubicles. He reached the farthest one, the one easiest to see still from Travis's vantage, and stopped. His hand on the cubicle door he turned his head, looking back at the mirror. Travis stared, transfixed, his heart hammering, as the boy paused, then disappeared into the cubicle. Travis heard the lock snick into place.

What...?

Travis swallowed, trying to bring his heart under control before it killed him.

What...?

Yeah...?

The desk drawer fell to the floor, he yanked it so hard. Cursing, he reached down, fumbling, fishing for the maintenance sign. He snatched it up and stumbled out into the hallway. A quick look around outside, then the sign was up and the door locked. Palms sweaty, heart still thumping, he walked slowly back down the hall and into the main room. The cubicle door was still closed. He approached, slowly, warily, and reached out a hand. He paused, his fingers shaking - then pushed. The door swung open.

The blond boy was sitting on the toilet, looking up at him, head cocked back, chin defiant. His face was flushed, the color high in his cheeks, and his eyes were bright. He was breathing hard, Travis could see, his thin chest rising and falling rapidly. His hands were braced against the partitions to either side, as if he was holding himself upright. He was naked, his legs spread wide against the toilet seat, his beautiful, long boner standing stiff and straight between his thighs.

Tom's voice was both husky and tremulous. "Closed for maintenance?" he asked.